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    "Even so," Arthur replied, "Team Camelot is at your disposal. Though I believe our preference would be a non-killing role, we would not be opposed to handling the disposal of a corrupted." Lancelot looked over at Crim and Knight. Perhaps they had a suggestion as to what Team Camelot should do. The Weavile approached the leaders and spoke up,

    "Do either of you have a preference as to what role we perform? Shall we escort someone else or maybe search for a legendary to ally with?"
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    Darkrai had told Magnum the Typhlosion that Corruption simply couldn't be reversed, and also gave him and his team free reign on how they wanted to eliminate them.

    "It'll be done," Magnum assured Darkrai, actually looking forward to this part of the deal.

    With their team leader's command, Team Lockdown had headed out. Magnum, despite his differences with trusting Darkrai prior to the discussion, was reassured when Darkrai would not question or restrict his methods. Killing something as powerful as a legendary Pokémon required everything they could use at their disposal. Cheap ploys, brutal and merciless tactics, and dishonorable methods of attack were things that Team Lockdown simply did to get the job done in a very means justifying the ends pattern.

    Magnum's first objective was to find stakeholders that suffered from the existence of legendaries. Whether they were Pokémon that had suffered before or were at serious risk of suffering from them, he knew they could be a very reliable source of intelligence and information considering both sides stood to gain from their immediate elimination. There were those that wanted revenge and protection...

    ...and Team Lockdown was in a position to provide both no matter what the cost.

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    Darkrai thought a few moments, about Lancelot’s offer. “...If you could find Shaymin or Mew, I am certain they would ally with you immediately. Celebi might, too. Unfortunately, I am unsure if any of them are alive or dead. And there is no one else I can think of who would need escorting, unless one of the leaders here wished to return home.” Darkrai turned to Team Lockdown. “Shall we leave, then?”


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    One figure, two forms. Noon squinted and strained against the sand in the air, all the while her head pounding like an intensified heartbeat, the presence before her wavering between two amorphous simulacrums over and over again even as she implored herself to focus. Something had triggered the pain to rise in a calamitous crescendo and now the tempestuous migraine, having reached its peak, turned her vision into blurred streaks and shapeless clouds; eventually, she conceded to the agony in her vexation and exhaustion. She let her neck sag and nearly collapsed onto her knees. She screwed her eyes shut.

    "Noon, enlighten my ancient eyes." Are you shitting me? The Girafarig did not open her eyes—she obstinately screwed them tighter—and she imagined the Zwelious hastily tossing filthy hair about in an attempt to peer past her bangs. "Have we been approached?"

    "Yes." Though her preferred response was, "I didn't know I was the team's seeing-eyes now, and obviously since we've stopped", she would never say it. Still, there was an evident edge to her voice, one at which Heckle was keen at discerning and she could feel the Zweilous' haunches rising, for what the rightmost head hated most was implied insubordination.

    "Who is it?" Jyde's snarl was less stoic, more ardent and desperate. Noon visualized smoke lifting from his jowls like drool from the ravenous. The aroma was so familiar, she felt she could scent it even from her considerable distance ahead on the side of the highway, past all the wind and dust, both of which were finally beginning to settle. With it, the raging storm in her head ebbed away into a more infrequent pulse-pulse-pulse.

    She took advantage of the dwindling pain—mostly for the Zweilous' sake, if she was to be entirely truthful—to peer across the vacant landscape at their acquaintance standing solidly against the sullied sky, twenty feet away. Her first impression was that they were dead. There was a distinctive, cadaver-like quality about them, one she chalked down to their starkly inorganic coat, glinting in the dirty light, and their cold expression, flat against a chapped, conical face, with eyes more jaundiced than a scintillating gold; for some inexplicable reason, Noon expected them to be a gorgeous golden color. The way this corpse-like creature stood and the aura it projected were so deceptively regal, so deceivingly grandiose, that she felt a pang of pity regarding the now-faded blue of its metallic pelt, its now-gnarled horns, and the clump of tangled hair beneath the creature's sturdy chin. The inscriptions they'd all came across on many instances portrayed this Legend as being, truly, a Legend, an intimidating yet fair and justice-seeking ruler. But Noon's sympathy was swiftly overridden and, suddenly, she was hit with the sensation of dread.

    "Good... gracious, it's—"

    "What, child?" Heckle rasped as the winds began to build again. Dry earth left insecure by the sparse patches of life surged upwards and around them.

    "Damn weather!" Jyde cursed aloud. The dust storm took advantage of his moment of weakness and he was soon sent spluttering, spitting out arid soil, an action which disturbed the rightmost Heckle. "Deplorable," she muttered, and expectantly, Jude overheard her and spat back, "Shut up!"

    The debris simply slid off Cobalion who, Noon noticed, never looked directly at any of her teammates. Their jaundiced gaze stared ahead, purposely past them all, and the Girafarig could not reason if they were ignoring everyone out of conceit or could not regard any of them at all.

    Within her, the dread began to swell. "We might have to deal with a Legendary today, guys."

    Silvia appeared at her side, now, from the distance, violet fur tousled and tangled with grit and her face contorted anomalously into a look of pure contempt and hatred. The gentle way in which she cradled the blanketed bundle in her arms contrasted with her clenched teeth, her darkly furrowed brow. "What Legendary? Where?" She barked her inquisitions ardently. She either shuddered in the chilling wind out of exhaustion or anger, and if it was the former, it didn't matter, for the yearning to lash out hung about her like a heavy smog.

    Annie was there to repress her; she felt her tail send a discouraging glower in the Aipom's direction. "It's Cobalion," Noon then proclaimed. The name had an unprecedented effect, on her before anyone else. Suddenly, that growing hesitance inundated within her, spilling over and out her mouth, and she couldn't stop from talking loudly over the rising winds. "We just saw them on the walls yesterday, in that ruin! They were the one with the horns that were shaped like lightning bolts a-and it said they had never been defeated 'cause they always 'fought for their friends' or something a-and they were literally made of steel...!"

    "What does it want?" Heckle asked coldly in her raucous voice. Jyde had taken upon his a solemn and reflective silence.

    "I-I don't...!" Noon nearly went hoarse herself, her voice high and wavering with alarm dying in the sharp lashes of the wind. She coughed as the dust nearly entered her throat, beat her long lashes furiously to protect her eyes from the onslaught. All the while, she pleaded within her mind: Don't panic. Don't panic. It's your responsibility to stay calm.

    "I can't tell. They're just standing there. They're not really even looking at us."

    "Does that mean it won't notice if we kick its ***?" Silvia's remark was dour, tenebrious. It just lifted over the upsurging dust storm as its winds started to calm again.

    They all peered icily from the roadside, Cobalion still inflexible and unmoving, eyes vaguely tracing the horizon, the faraway mountain range. Noon was petrified and solution-less whilst Silvia, with all her unsolvable rage, would need to remain beside her.

    It was the Zweilous that confronted the Legendary. They stepped onto to the highway and roared.

    "Cobalion!" bellowed the leftmost head. "We of the Fractured Heavens sanctuary command you to explain yourself! We know your kind. We are in the full right to demand your intentions."

    Jyde's dauntless shout darkened gradually as it proceeded and the Zweilous bared its fangs and crouched down upon its painted legs imposingly. It was then Cobalion's gaze shifted onto the Dragon and lingered there, as expressionless and living-dead as they had been throughout the encounter. Jyde and Heckle must have felt their contemplation and thus mimicked the rigid stillness of the Legend, heads tilted upwards as if they could regard their target, and from there the stare-down commenced. The dust flew up, wracking both Pokemon with stinging granules which coalesced in their mangled hair, threatened their eyes and nostrils, and still the Zweilous and Cobalion refrained from even the slightest of movement. Noon shuffled her front hooves in anticipation, Silvia attempted to draw her neckerchief over her mouth, and as the winds settled for a third time, the two Pokemon stood unmoved.

    But, then, Jyde began to shudder. "Damn you..." His low hiss split the silence, and as the Legendary continued to stand unaffected, he burst out severely, "SPEAK!"

    Silvia grimaced. "Can it even do that?" she jeered.

    Cobalion then did something extraordinary: it blinked. A sign of life, finally, and then, even more audaciously, it tempted a step forward, and then another. It positioned itself as if threatening to bolt away, but Team Double-Take! was prepared to enlighten them on this mistake.

    Heckle threw back her head with a earth-shattering roar. Battle cry! And they all launched onto the gravel of Fullmoon Highway.

    Silvia reached their opponent first, springing from her quadruped running stance onto her front arms and then spinning forwards, her hand-tipping tail swinging around and ready to come crashing down on Cobalion's skull like a war hammer. The crushing blow was never delivered, however, as her Brick Break technique was intercepted with the Legendary's artful use of their horns, ducking right to hook the Aipom's tail between them, cutting the move short and abruptly jerking Silvia in their direction. The intention was to slam her, while snagged, into the road, which the Aipom caught onto and improvised around it; her third hand established a tight grip onto one of her captor's horns and, athletically, she swung herself around to loop her long tail around Cobalion's neck. And yet, her hold did not last long, as in a grandiose flash of light and the sound of splintering steel, shards of metal burst from the Legendary's pelt, sending Silvia catapulting off with a ear-piercing scream. The Legend swiftly followed up with a devastating headbutt, bounding towards the Aipom who was still in midair, which sent her tiny form tumbling through the air before plummeting and bouncing off onto the arid terrain beside the street.

    "Silvia's down!" Noon announced and, under Agility's influence, raced to her teammate's aide as Jyde and Heckle addressed their opponent.

    The Zweilous staggered into the Steel-type's path, the leftmost head exhaling smoke from his nostrils before belching forth a brilliantly-fervid blast of flame that torched the ground before his feet, but not the target.

    "You moron!" Heckle scathed, forcing their body forwards. Her step shook the earth, shattered the stone underneath their feet, as a solid crack in the highway's surface emerged and traveled towards the target, and, suddenly, the ground opened up around the wary Cobalion and they were consumed in a tremendous, crimson-colored upsurge of terrific power.

    And yet, when such power died away, leaving the ground upturned and demolished, the Legend remained in its wake entirely unharmed, surrounded by a subtle, shimmering, dome-like barrier, one which melted away like a trick of the light.

    The rightmost Zweilous head, outraged, exclaimed, "Fiend! How dare you!" This was in-response to Jyde who she viciously lashed out at and who indignantly returned to favor. Cobalion turned their attention away from them and onto the Girafarig.

    Noon was attending Silvia, hastily digging through the various pockets of her team's piled-on carrying bags for something of satisfaction. The Aipom was mainly disoriented, though her hands had bleeding cuts from catching her devastating fall and an earlier wound at the base of her tail had opened up upon impact. On top of things, she was evidently exhausted, as they all were from the mission, and far from ready for combat, not that she or anyone else could afford to use that as an excuse.

    "Found a stirus." She laid the berry at her team member's feet. "Eat it."

    "I'm seeing in, like, threes right now," the Aipom giggled out of delirium, arms fumbling in the dirt for the little yellow berry which she then gratuitously placed on the tip of her tongue. "Ahahaha! Everything hurts..."

    "I know. I'm sorry," the Girafarig soothed, hearing the earth fracture, knowing the Zweilous could hold their own against the Legend as they prepared, not realizing the Earth Power had been reflected, not noticing Cobalion approach from behind until Annie gave a strangled shout and she spun around, half-exclaiming, "Holy sh--!"

    Their horns flashed past and, in those few moments she had to evade then, Noon reflected on the blade-like sharpness of their tips and concluded, then, that no matter how gnarled they looked from a distance, they worked just as well as any weapon would. Her first instinct was to flee, then, when she found herself staring down this Legend, this corrupted being capable of and willing to kill if need-be. But they were too fast to even permit her to feel fear. Cobalion lunged forward once more and she quick-stepped, feeling the world around her go in fast-motion as Agility sent her backwards and far away from the menacing horns. Cobalion, unperturbed, approached her again, determined to overwhelm her. The tactic was, unfortunately, working, as she brayed and lashed out with a sharp Stomp. The kick missed, and Annie tried next, fangs bared, but her reach was too little, and the Cobalion was now able to take advantage of the opening permitted, performing a powerful upward slice, collapsing Noon.

    The Girafarig was thrown onto her side. The sounds of items clinking and crunching could be heard from the bags strapped to her. But, extraordinarily, Noon played off of the momentum, rolling onto her feet, albeit with a stagger, planting her hooves into the ground and determinedly bowing her head as if ready to charge. Her own horns danced with electricity. Her eyes were narrowed and she snorted boldly. Even Annie—

    A knife whisked past her, causing her to abandon her audacious stance with a timid squeak. As the object planted itself in the earth beside her, a voice called out: "'ey! Tough guy! Over here with your horned self!"

    Oh, no. Milos, no. No! The nasally voice was undeniable. During Noon's silent protests, her assaulter turned away from her and instead studied the Floatzel in the distance.

    Their ginger fur badly matted, the bandages on their stomach threatening to peel, Milos still stood, contemptuous and confident, sneering across at Cobalion from the Fullmoon Highway. "That's right, you heard me! Don't tussle with her, you freak. Fight me if you want a real challenge! I'll take your dumb mug and plant it under a rock where it belongs."

    "Oh jeez, Milos, what are you doing?" Silvia shot up immediately, and, predictably, he ignored her.

    "Do you think this is the time to be bombastic?" Jyde snarled and he and Hyde both appeared to share the mutual horror as they whipped around to regard the reckless fourth member of Double-Take! behind them.

    "C'mere!" And yet, Milos continued to taunt nonetheless. "Y' think you can take me out? I wanna see you try, Tarnish."

    Cobalion narrowed their eyes. They were in full attention of the Floatzel, now, and Noon could anticipate the charge before it happened. "Kiki, save him!"

    Even to Silvia, she was the smallest, the quickest. The shining Doduo popped up from her hiding spot amidst the largest patch of weeds and began to sprint. In her swiftness, she dissolved into a green streak, outpacing Cobalion by a formidable amount, and before the Legend could collide with the vulnerable Milos she had done it first. The impact sent them both sprawling, Milos onto his back, and when the Doduo struck his stomach he emitted a terrible shout of pain, but at least he was safe.

    Noon, however, recognized in that moment he may not have even been touched, for Cobalion paid no attention to neither him nor the pet Doduo. They galloped past without a second parting glance and, in seconds, they appeared miles apart.

    "Was that all a waste of effort?" she murmured aloud.

    Jyde and Heckle stomped over to the wailing Floatzel and very confused-seeming Kiki, despite the vacancy in her eyes, as her heads weaved back and forth. "Probably," Heckle grunted. "We won't be able to catch up with it, anyways. So I suppose that was energy we could have used for the trek home."

    "What an inconvenience," Jyde muttered.

    "As if wallowing will make things better," she shot back.

    "But where are they running—" Noon's question halted mid-sentence. "Home"; she seized up. "They're heading for the sanctuary." And as the revelation dawned on her further, she repeated, "Holy ****! They're heading for the sanctuary! We're screwed!"

    The Girafarig carelessly threw off their supplies, scrambling with the expectant lack of grace of a hoofed animal through the many pockets. "Where's the Connect Orb? Where's the Connect Orb?" She was frantic, practically shaking with fear, but eventually the sphere rolled out onto the sand and promptly activated itself.

    "Delphox Yuko! Delphox Yuko, please!" Noon begged. Her cries were interweaved with heavy, heaving panting. "A-are you there? A Legendary Pok—... A Legend's on its way to Fractured Heavens...!"

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    (...I would've preferred it if I had been controlling Tarnish during the attack. You did a pretty good job, but there are certain motivations and powers unique to different Corrupteds that make them a bit different from normal Legendaries?)

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    From its current appearance alone, it had once been beautiful.


    It had once been muscular and majestic, well-fed and well-groomed, proud and powerful. A shining example of what the most powerful, dedicated, diligent, and honorable warriors and leaders could someday aspire to. The Pokemon’s equivalent of a knight in shining armor.


    The years and the Corruption had, however, not been kind to it.


    From a distance it appeared merely unclean and underfed. Up close, it was far worse.


    It had obviously not been eating. Its skin was shrunken around its belly so it was rather easy to count its ribs, despite the fact it was obviously still extremely well muscled. In fact, it appeared to be overly muscled, the bulk getting in its own way sometimes. Its once beautiful cobalt fur had fallen out in tufts, exposing pale skin either stretched taut over muscles or shrunk and wrinkled over bones.


    Those could be expected, to an extent. The other changes that had been brought upon the being once known as Cobalion were not.


    It was armored now. Craggy, unnatural, rust red plates, encasing its feet like hooves, jagged around its back and shoulders and exploding in a spray of oversized needles along its spine and where a tail might be. Old engravings of Cobalion had depicted it with two sharp golden horns, but this one’s head was almost entirely encased in curving, cracked horns almost shaped like an overgrown helmet. Some points were dulled and of new use, but the largest were still in surprisingly good shape, and all had what could have been the remnants of blood. Peering out from those countless branching horns were eyes, gleaming like cold steel and practically overflowing with absolute hatred.


    The strangest, eeriest, and most mocking aspect of ‘Tarnish’, however, was how clean it seemed to appear. Not a speck of mud or dust or bile was visible upon it. What little fur remained upon it was licked clean and straightened, and the creature stood as upright as it possibly could. Almost as if it was still a majestic and chivalrous knight in armor, despite all appearances to the contrary.


    The fact it had been relentlessly hounding and pursuing Team Double-Take! without showing the slightest bit of pain, exhaustion, or mercy proved any remnants of a brave and noble warrior that had at any point existed to be entirely gone, however.


    It deserved the name of Corrupted, through and through. It gave off a supernatural aura or pure wrongness, almost as if it was not a living creature but rather a hole in the fabric of the universe, a hole that led to someplace hellish.


    From the direction Tarnish had fled in came an ear-splitting whine like rusted pieces of iron scraping against each other. And something very disturbing began to happen. Wickedly sharp blades of rusted armor, at least six feet high, encircled Team Double-Take!.


    No place to go but up into the sky and down beneath the ground.


    Tarnish leaped over the wall of iron and landed in a fashion that could be called the undead parody of gracefulness, positioning itself so its chin was up and legs apart but solidly rooted into the ground. It made eye contact with Kiki, narrowing the steely cobalt eyes at her. Kiki may feel rather… Strange. A paralyzing fear of the fallen Legendary might begin creeping up her legs.


    Tarnish began making more sounds. It was speaking now, in a deep voice cracked from a lack of use. “...Why do you flee like children? Your actions, nay, your very lives are both futile and useless. You will meet death very soon. If you truly are the so-called warriors of this age, you should meet it with honor and dignity. Not pitiful wailing and crying,” it said.




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    Yuko’s Connect Orb suddenly chimed. She grabbed it, pressing her pawpads against the shimmering cerulean glassy surface. “Team Double-Take…” she muttered, before moving her fingers in a particular way. There was a burst of static, followed by a voice as it filled the room. “Delphox Yuko! Delphox Yuko, please! A-are you there? A Legendary Pok—... A Legend's on its way to Fractured Heavens...!”


    Yuko stood staring at the orb for a moment, before turning to glare at Darkrai.


    Darkrai held up his hands. “I knew nothing of this!”


    Silver dashed towards Darkrai. “...A distraction. You confess to us, keeping us all here, while your comrades go and attack our teams while we’re enraptured by your stupid little sto--”


    “They are not my comrades any longer!” Darkrai snapped, rather agitatedly.


    Crownless held out a claw, summoning a stone claymore with his Stone Edge attack. Darkrai backed against the wall, the glow in his visible eye intensifying slightly.


    “I-i speak the truth! Emolga, you could tell I was not lying before, I knew nothing of this! If I had known a Corrupted was on their way--” Darkrai paused, before trying to grab the Connect Orb out of Yuko’s paws.


    Out of surprise, Yuko held onto it. “Hey! Unhand me you filthy--


    Darkrai muttered “Forgive me for this,” before wrenching it out of her paws. He held it close to his face. “Which Corrupted?” he asked. He looked up.


    “Give that back!” Yuko growled.


    Stop. Fighting,” Crownless roared. An expectant hush fell over the Safehaven leaders. “...Right now, there is a Corrupted apparently headed towards us. I… don’t entirely trust Darkrai. However, I am going out to fight that Legendary. Silver and Lockdown, I expect you to come with me. And we are bringing Darkrai. He has claimed not to be a very good fighter, but he is currently the one who has the most information on Corrupteds. I won’t say no to more teams accompanying us.”


    Crim huffed, flicking her tails. “...Knight and I will join you. Team Camelot, if you would please come as well?”
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    ((Whoops. Time to improvise, then.))

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    With a wretched whine, the entire world shifted. The landscape transformed; the sky took onto itself the cloudy, crimson tint of the Wall, the dust storm disappeared altogether. The prairie grass returned to the roadsides of the Fullmoon Highway and Team Double-Take! was thusly left dazed and bewildered, just as battered, dirtied, and exhausted as before, and yet nothing seemed the same as it had been before. The road still stretched eternally towards the horizon but they swore the blocky shape of their safehaven had moved closer, clearly discernible against the Emerald Mountains' backdrop now, and as Noon, Jyde and Heckle, and Silvia all ogled where they'd ended up, they realized where the earth had split apart in the earlier assault was not directly under their feet. Of course, they also recognized the structures whose brain-melting scream had snapped them out of the most elaborate of trances.

    "By gods." Noon's two able teammates whirled around to goggle her instead when the strongly-forbidden exclamation fell from her lips. The Girafarig ignored their shock, ignored everything, only stared ahead with the same vacancy as the three had sworn Cobalion exemplified, but now the Legend had disappeared before their eyes, along with everything they had thought they'd understood.

    "What the hell is going on?" the Girafarig spat without any regret.

    "What is that?" And they were all ogling something else, now, at the sound of Silvia's shout. Her outstretched, gesturing arm tilted their attention towards a most abominable creature, throwing up gravel as it launched itself over its own jagged enclosure. The thing was made of so many entangled, incoherent points and spikes. It was dotted with blood. It had hate-filled eyes. It looked like a feral Mighteyena had managed to become impaled on the branches of the world's most nihilistic tree. The horror was an unaccountable amalgam of everything conventionally dangerous and edgy. It had landed inches before the crumpled form of Milos, still whining; the collision with Kiki had inflamed his stomach wound. The pet Dodou herself seemed entranced with the homely creation, her beady eyes expanding as if it had induced some variant of hypnosis upon her. Her legs appeared to clam up and the little bird Pokemon showed no intention to leave her designated spot.

    There was nothing else that could truly be said about the monstrosity, nothing that couldn't be communicated through simply experiencing its existence, so Noon could only offer up an obvious observation: "That's not Cobalion."

    "You think it made up everything...? Made us experience all of that mess but, like, it was never real...?" Silvia clearly couldn't wrap her mind around the concept as even her own suggestion caused her to bring her digit-less hands up towards her head. It was as if the idea pained her.

    "Probably." Noon's answer was simple. "Honestly, who cares?" And then she began escalating. "What's it matter, anyhow? This cluster**** could be a damn psychic, they could be a damn telepathic wizard, who cares? Nothing makes sense!" She threw up gravel and her teammates watched, entirely without understanding now, as even the Noon they knew had vanished. She was infuriated, she was foulmouthed, she was hopeless.

    Silvia, truly, had lost her usual optimism as well. The odds, to her, and to the raging Noon as well, seemed insurmountable—stacked against them the moment they had aggravated a Legend when they could hardly coordinate a successful, collaborative assault—, not to mention entirely inexplicable. The Aipom turned away from the dour situation, her gaze flickering desperately between the minute gaps of the sharpened, raw shards of metal enclosing the tight area of which had earlier, they all recalled, been tens of feet wide. In the grassy landscape beyond, the same round bundle sat, its identity obscured by the cloth laid atop it, and Silvia reached out an arm, yearning for it, the only sense of familiarity left.

    "And who the **** are you?" The Connect Orb came alive with a warped, ghastly image, one with floating white hair and blue eyes, the stranger's actual face black as night, filling the entire mirror-like surface of the contraption as they asked, "Which Corrupted?"

    "Like I'd tell you! Like I know you!" Noon wanted to scream, demand for Delphox Yuko, but a sudden, sobering realization that Yuko might not be real either struck her at that moment and instead she yowled—"Aauuugh!"—her hind leg lashing out to send the sphere flying. It crashed against one of the erected metal formations and there was a splintering sound like broken glass.

    "What the ****!" And she repeated the phrase so many times, so many times, until her vision began to fail her as it had before, until the words could no longer emerge from her throat as if the returned migraine was strangling her long neck. Noon could hardly breathe from the agony. Almost unwillingly, she staggered, and then her knees folded in upon themselves and the Girafarig began bawling from her kneeling, conceding position.

    "...why do you flee like children?"

    Their leader stepped forward. "We never ran." Hyde's voice was even, venomous. "And we never claimed to be 'warriors', either!"

    "And we won't even think about fleeing now!" Jyde roared. "We'll demolish you without even knowing what or who you are! We'll destroy you, end your meaningless existence! If we're not warriors yet, we'll become ones today!"

    "Stop!" Through her weeping, the Girafarig wailed. "Just stop! We can't fight them! We can't fight anymore!" Her neck drooped so that her head laid sobbing upon the uneven, graveled surface of the highway.

    On the outskirts of the circle, the Connect Orb laid, dead and grey.

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